He doesn't tell me he loves me


Thu Dec 27, 2018, 8:32 PM
"He doesn't tell me he loves me without being prompted to first." she says with her chin to her chest as she sat on my chair and I sat on the floor at her feet. "He doesn't love me." 

"He told me I couldn't sit in the living room with him because my coughing would put germs in the air." She told me with a look of pure heartbreak later in the day.

I pulled her in for a long tight hug and rubbed her back. 

She sat in the entryway to the living room behind the edge of the giant sectional so he couldn't see her. Her throat burning she kept her coughs in so she could watch him play a game on the TV. 

You don't love her and you don't deserve her. You apathetic, selfish, cold hearted jerk.

Before bed I had her lay with me on the couch while he was in the basement. I put the side of my face against hers, cheek to cheek we cuddled. She can make me sick, I don't care. I just want her to feel loved and cared for. 

Why do I always pick the worst men to marry? The first one was a pedo slob, this one is clean cold hearted control freak. Fuck, I just want to be divorced